Finnick Odair x fem!victor!reader who are constantly introduced to each other [1.2k words]
CW: people trying to introduce Finnick and reader, Capitol behaviours (body modification, eating-purging-eating, no sense of propriety), fluff, a surprise
You’d come to expect a lot of things to happen when attending a party in the Capitol.
There would be people dressed to varying levels of near insanity. There would be people literally eating until they were sick, then forcing themselves to be sick so that they could continue eating. There would be people approaching you, asking you questions, and running their hands over your clothes or hair or jewelry or body as though having seen the most traumatic moments of your life aired on TV from the safety of their homes made you friends.
And there would always be people trying to introduce you to or set you up with their favourite victor; the Capitol’s darling.
“There you are, darling!” A rather reptilian looking woman you knew to go by Komoda greeted you as she approached; arm aggressively interlocked with another’s who didn’t appear to be all that willing to be there. “There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to.”
You plastered on your show time smile and offered your hand to Capitol Darling Finnick Odair who accepted it readily, bowing his head slightly as he met your gaze.
“Lovely evening, isn’t it?”
“It always is in the Capitol.” You volleyed, smiling back over to the Capitol citizen who seemed very excited to be seeing two of her favourite victors intermingling. “Finnick and I have met a few times, actually.”
Komoda seemed rather bemused at the fact that the two of you had met and not immediately jumped each other's bones. “Oh… oh! Really?”
You hummed in the affirmative.
“Every year when we mentor new tributes.” Finnick explained.
Komoda tried to laugh. “Well, I just think that the two of you would get on rather well.”
“We get on fine.” You continued, feigning ignorance.
“The two of you would make a very handsome couple!” One of her friend’s chimed in, earning him nods of approval from the quickly forming group of spectators.
“Well, looks aren’t everything, are they?” You tried, and a few of the more…altered individuals seemed rather perplexed at the thought. “The two of us might not have anything in common.”
“That’s very true.” Finnick agreed. “Let’s see; how do you feel about the beach?”
“Too much sand; I’m shaking it out of everything I own for far too long afterwards. What’s your favourite pastime?”
“Swimming.” He answered.
“I never learned how.” You continued with pursed lips. “Least favourite season?”
“Winter. What’s your favourite holiday?”
“Christmas.”
Finnick hummed in displeasure before continuing. “Favourite animal?”
“Cats. Yours?”
“Dogs.”
You hummed in displeasure. “How do you feel about white chocolate?”
“Love it.” He replied easily; you scrunched your nose at him before he carried on. “What’s a dealbreaker for you?”
“People who like white chocolate.”
He pressed his lips into a flat line and nodded his head in understanding. “Very fair.”
You looked back over at Komoda and her friends to see them all gaping at the two of you.
“Sorry to disappoint, folks.” Finnick apologized with a shrug of his shoulder. “It’s apparently just not meant to be.”
“But…” Komoda started, looking rather crestfallen. “I…I was so sure!”
“You’re not the first to try to set us up.” You placated, placing a gentle hand over the scale-like jewels on the shoulder of her gown. “You probably won’t be the last, either.”
“Maybe the 29th time will be the charm, hm?” Finnick offered you with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“Don’t hold your breath, Odair.”
“I can hold my breath for a very long time, sweetheart; I’m a world class swimmer, afterall.”
“Oh, you’re something alright.” You laughed as you turned to walk away, deciding then to begin your rounds of goodbyes before heading back to your suite.
You held the towel to your face for a few seconds, just taking a moment to breathe and enjoy the quiet, warmth, and serenity of your post-party ritual.
You were just about to pull the towel away when you felt gentle hands slide around your waist before you were being embraced between two strong arms.
“Long night?” He murmured into your shoulder before pressing a kiss to it.
You hummed in agreement and pulled the towel away from your face, smiling at Finnick in the reflection of the mirror.
“It always is in the Capitol.” You replied.
He offered you a knowing smile before pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
“Missed you.” He said before reaching around you to grab some makeup wipes to begin removing the work his own stylists put into his appearance tonight. “Anything interesting happen?”
You hummed noncommittally as you smoothed cream over your skin. “Not really. Someone tried setting me up with this guy again.”
“Really?” Finnick asked, feigning intrigue. “Was it a match made in heaven?”
You made a so-so sound. “He was pretty cute,” you allowed, “but I don’t know if it would work.”
“No?”
“No. I mean, for one, he didn’t start drooling the second he saw me. Huge red flag I think.”
With that, Finnick theatrically slammed his hand down on the countertop and levelled you with a disbelieving look. “You mean to tell me that he didn’t immediately fall to his knees in worship?”
“No!”
Finnick shook his head; simply aghast. “You can do so much better, honey.”
Your smile turned soft as you watched him lather some of his face wash between his hands before bringing them to his face. “I think so too.”
By the time he was done with washing his face, you were sitting on the counter with Finnick standing between your legs as you massaged some moisturizer into his skin.
“They don’t know what you deserve anyway.” Finnick states suddenly.
Your brows scrunched in confusion. “Who doesn’t?”
“The Capitol people; they don’t know what kind of partner you deserve.”
You stayed quiet as you finished working the product into his skin, pressing a kiss to his lips to alert him to the fact that you were finished. You felt rather shy when he opened his eyes and you found yourself pinned beneath his sea green gaze.
“They’d be sorely mistaken if they thought Capitol Darling Finnick Odair was all you deserved.”
You smiled softly at him before pressing another softer, lingering kiss to his lips.
“I’m rather fond of this Finnick Odair.”
You relished in the slight pink dusting of his cheeks as his smile grew wider before he pulled you in, cradling you to his chest.
You’d come to expect a lot of things to happen when attending a party in the Capitol.
It would take your stylists three hours to prep you for the party. It would take you forty minutes to disassemble yourself after the party. The outfits and jewelry you wore would cost more than most District families saw in years.
And there would always be people trying to introduce you to or set you up with their favourite victor; the Capitol’s darling.
The best part was that no one knew you and Finnick Odair have actually been dating behind closed doors for four years now.
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So much of paleontology is "what did this beaked thing eat?" And then your best guess for years turns out to be so so so wrong.
Like Gastornis was thought to be a carnivore for decades and then carbon isotopes were like, "nah this thing was basically a giant goose honk honk".
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Oviraptor was thought to be an egg eater, then much ink was spilled about whether it ate mollusks, and now it's thought to be an omnivore, but mostly a fruit/seed eater like a parrot.
Somehow this Adobe Stock image is the only art of an Oviraptor eating plants I can find. How is that?
And even birds with some teeth are getting in on these dietary mysteries.
Longipteryx was first thought to be a kingfisher-like hunter of aquatic prey, but it has since been found with seed contents in its guts, making it another surprise frugivore.
one thing i wanna say though is data centers being built in rural areas is environmental racism + classism so when i see ppl bitching about locals bitching about data centers im like oh it’s literally because it’s not your backyard being demolished and your air not being polluted and your waterways not being ran dry and your soundscapes not being raised to unhealthy decibels ….
Since you joined the team the base has gained random piles of books all over the place, to the point that Price recently requested a bookshelf for the common room.
Soap walks into the kitchen after a gym session with Ghost, finding you - surprise surprise - reading as you eat a sandwich.
It’s a book he hasn’t seen you with, you read a book or two a week, so naturally he ruffles your hair and asks. “New book, bon?”
Typically you LOVE talking to the boys about reading. Today, however, your cheeks flush and you practically run out of the room - discarding your food and almost crashing into Gaz as he wanders in.
Gaz frowns at the other man, looking confused. “What’s all that about?”
Soap looks equally confused, and maybe a bit upset. “I don’t know.. jus asked what they’re reading..”
They both look concerned now, it’s very out of character for you to be shy, you who has openly asked to recreate smut scenes with them with no shame.
Later, when all of you are sat eating together in the mess hall, Soap and Gaz keep looking at you in concern; you avoid their gaze entirely.
Soap’s foot nudges your own under the table and, instead of nudging back like you usually would, you pull your feet up onto your chair and continue eating.
Once you’ve wandered off to bed, likely to read for a while before they join you, Gaz gathers everyone in the common room.
He stands at the front of the room. “Right, our little librarian has a secret.”
Ghost cocks a brow, grumbling. “What are ya on about now, Garrick?”
The use of his surname earns Ghost a glare. “Simon I’m serious.” Ghost is stood and cupping his cheek before he can turn away. “I’m worried..”
Despite his amusement Ghost presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls him close, resting his chin on his head. “We’ll sort it, okay?”
“Mm..”
The lads eventually decide that Price should be the one to ask you, you’ve known him the longest and typically seek him out for comfort.
Price typically goes to bed soon after you, earlier than the others, and you cuddle for a while as you read - so he’s confused when he walks in on you hiding your book under your pillow.
He sits down, removing his slippers and sliding in next to you. “Hi love..”
You instantly tuck yourself into his side. “Hi..”
His fingers sink into your hair, resting his chin on your head. “What’s going on with you today?”
You lift your head from his chest to look at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, the boys are worried about you and.. so am I”
The warmth for your breath washes over his face as you sigh. “It’s nothing..”
The look he fixes you with makes it clear he’s not going to drop it. “John I promise it’s nothing”
He cocks a brow, keeping the same look. The look only goes when you grumble and bury your face in his chest, he can’t keep the chuckle away at you irritation.
“Come on.. you can tell me anything, you know that..”
He softens as you look up at him, pouting. “Don’t do that. You know I trust you.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to guilt you.. I’m just worried about you, we all are.. hell even Simon was getting antsy..”
“Really?”
“Saw him picking his nails..”
You search his expression for a few moments before huffing and pulling the book from under the pillow and handing it over.
It looks pretty unremarkable in his hand, no cover, no writing on the front or back - if he had to guess he’d say you’ve taken the book everywhere with you, based on how worn it is.
When he’s open it he’s confused to find handwriting, unmistakably yours, he looks up at you trying to figure out what he’s holding. “You’ve got a secret journal?”
You roll your eyes, amused by his reaction. “It’s a book. I’ve been.. writing a book”
His brows seem determined to reach his hairline as he looks between you and the book in his hands. “You’ve been writing a book?”
You barely nod, giving an almost inaudible hum of agreement.
He’s pretty much frozen for a few seconds before smiling unbelievably brightly at you. “That’s great, love”
Now it’s your turn to look confused, brows furrowed and lips pouted ever so slightly. “It is?”
He chuckles, setting the book down gently and pulling you into his lap. “Course it is”
“You’re not cross I kept it a secret?”
“Never.. I’m upset you felt you couldn’t tell us but nobody’s angry, promise..”
“I just- I didn’t want you to read it and think it’s really bad”
He presses a handful of kisses to your temple before shutting down that fear. “None of us would ever, ever do that. The boys will be so proud of you for doing something you’re clearly passionate about.. I know I am..”
Not 10 minutes later and everyone is piled into bed together, asking questions and fully engaging in your new hobby.
It had taken a while for the secret to come out, but now that it had you were happy they knew - now you had people to give feedback and test lines on.
They probably are that kind of couple that sometimes blocks the other one’s path out of the kitchen and
“You can’t be committing crimes on your visa, Ilya!”
“Crime! me, I am criminal, now? what crimes?”
“You haven’t paid the toll, it’s very serious in Canada not to pay the kissing toll,” and then the make out against the kitchen island until Ilya forgets why he was leaving
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After the wedding (and all of Ilya’s citizenship paperwork is secure so that a name change won't fuck everything up) their legal names are Hollander-Rozanov but they keep them the same for hockey to avoid confusion.
However, Ilya starts this bit where whenever someone at practice or at an event calls for Hollander he acts like he thought they were calling for him, usually saying something like "you said Hollander! I am a Hollander!" And it's so stupid but Shane is charmed and amused every time, and he starts doing the same thing when people say Rozanov.
Eventually the team just starts using their numbers to refer to them, and Ilya follows one time when Wiebe calls for "24" because "I am a 24 by marriage!" And the whole team groans at them and someone throws a ball of tape at Ilya's head.
After the wedding (and all of Ilya’s citizenship paperwork is secure so that a name change won't fuck everything up) their legal names are Hollander-Rozanov but they keep them the same for hockey to avoid confusion.
However, Ilya starts this bit where whenever someone at practice or at an event calls for Hollander he acts like he thought they were calling for him, usually saying something like "you said Hollander! I am a Hollander!" And it's so stupid but Shane is charmed and amused every time, and he starts doing the same thing when people say Rozanov.
Eventually the team just starts using their numbers to refer to them, and Ilya follows one time when Wiebe calls for "24" because "I am a 24 by marriage!" And the whole team groans at them and someone throws a ball of tape at Ilya's head.
alicent asking rhaenyra to see the boy only to take one look at him and rhaenyra to take one look at her and realise. well. that's not daeron. house of the dragon is a comedy actually
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I like when cats are like busy doing something and not really in the mood to be pet so they like walk past you at exactly the right distance to be just barely out of reach and if you lean forward they very slightly increase their pace to avoid getting caught in the affection zone. Like oh sorry sir I didn’t realize you were in the middle of important business. We can reschedule this for another time
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